"Childe!"

Qi Niang stumbled from outside the house and collided head-on with the wooden doctor who was going out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Qi Niang didn't care that the Mu Divine Doctor was knocked into the door frame by her, and walked straight to Ning Chao.

"Childe, the rain was too heavy at night, and the half-built bridge was washed away. ”

Ning Chaolai chuckled, "Rushed away, rushed away, these unknown officials, caught up with General Taishu's inspection, they should also bear the guilt and suffer a little." ”

Knowing that her situation was not optimistic, Ning Chaolai could only spare some time for private matters, building bridges, she just made arrangements and didn't care too much, but she didn't expect that those officials really dared to commit things under her nose.

After listening to Qi Niang's reply, Ning Chaolai only regarded it as an official who was slacking off and did not build the bridge.

After all, there is Uncle Tai who is in charge of management, and he doesn't have to worry about whether the bridge will be built well.

Qi Niang buried her head and said in a low voice, "Those officials were swept away by the river...... At that time, General Taishu was also on the bridge. ”

The medicine box in the hand of the Wood God Doctor fell to the ground and smashed out a muffled sound.

Ning Chaolai smiled calmly, stiffening for a moment.

In such weather, just listening to the sound of the rain and knowing that falling into the cold river is definitely not a good thing.

Uncle Ren has great magical skills, how can he resist natural disasters?

"Qi Niang, let Lord Zhu send someone to find it, and also, the people from Zizhu Tower will also go." Ning Chao said.

"Childe......" Qi Niang looked at Ning Chaolai distressedly, "I sent it, and Fang sent someone to find it when I received the news." ”

Even though he shows his disgust all the time, he still thinks about Uncle Tai in his heart.

If it weren't for such a thing, I was afraid that Ning Chaolai would have believed in the illusion that he didn't care about Uncle Tai.

Ning Chaolai stared at the wheelchair in the corner and muttered,

"I sent someone to look for it a long time ago, but to no avail...... Actually, it's okay, he's dead, and there's no one in this world who can restrain me. I used to think that if I could find Ah Weng, Ah Weng and I would live in Zizhu Tower for the rest of our lives, and if I couldn't find it, I would let the one in the court be buried with me...... But I thought so well that I forgot, I got a thousand opportunities and provoked Uncle Tai, where is there a life to speak of? Qi Niang, I'm really afraid that the rest of my life won't be able to wait for the day when the great revenge will be avenged. ”

"Don't let the son talk nonsense." Qi Niang snorted.

Wei Ning Chaolai put on his clothes and put on a big coat, and the two went to the river together.

The bleak wind and bitter rain continued, and the river was full of people holding torches, people who were bent on finding people, such an urgent call, falling straight into Ning Chaolai's heart, and the mountain shadows all turned into towering black shadows, ethereal, not real.

Others were bustling, just to see how many people could be rescued by the river, and to see if it was a corpse or a living person who was fished up.

"How long have you been looking?" Ning Chaolai asked.

Qi Niang only replied, "It's already the middle of the night at this time." ”

In such an imposing river, people were swept away, and what was found was nothing but a corpse.

Ning Chaolai looked up at the paper umbrella covering his head, and said with a faint smile,

"Qi Niang, you go back, call back the people in the building, you don't have to look for them again, and let these people go back, the river is still rising, they are here, it is easy to have accidents."

"What about Childe? Isn't Childe going back? Qi Niang asked.

Ning Chaolai is afraid that others will be swept away by the river, so he is not afraid of his own life here?

Ning Chao glanced at the river, as if he was answering, and seemed to be talking to himself,

"Life and death are fate, I'm not afraid, besides, I'm here to do things in Liuxian County, if I'm greedy for life and afraid of death, I won't be laughed at."

"Childe and Uncle General are classmates for a ......"

Qi Niang didn't say the rest of the sentence, only handed the umbrella to Ning Chaolai's hand, glanced at Ning Chaolai's meaningless expression, and put the lantern reflecting the dark light at Ning Chaolai's feet, and then left with confidence.

The noisy crowd was dispersed, and the lively riverside suddenly became deserted.

The rain smashed on the paper umbrella, like a non-stop knock on the door, one sound, it looked so impatient.

The river came from afar, from the gentleness at the beginning to the roar at the back.

Ning Chaolai stood at the edge of the river, watching the river overflow her instep and wet her shoes and socks, she thought she was about to sweep her away, but she was about to reverse the direction and rush to the other side.

Stretching out a hand, he caught the water jet dripping from the umbrella, and the cold spread little by little in the palm of his hand.

She cleared her throat and sang,

"The empty branches are white and flawless, how can I tell whether it is residual snow or moonlight, I am drunk alone with this cup of tea at night, and the breeze does not return home."

I haven't sung for a long time, listening to this gentle and unfamiliar and familiar voice, familiar and unknown, Ning Chaolai seems to be smiling.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, sprinkled in the rain under his feet, and was washed away by the river in a blink of an eye.

Ning Chaolai withdrew his hand, and with the residual rain on his hand, he sang a sentence without listening-

"I get drunk with this cup of tea alone at night, and I don't return home in the breeze."

Gentle, delicate, hopeless in pursuit.

sighed, after so many ups and downs in the world, in her heart, there was still a place for Uncle Tai.

Silence, deathly silence, only the agitation of the river kept ringing in my ears.

They should all be dead, it turns out that the natural disaster is so terrifying.

Ning Chaolai stood in place for a long time, she couldn't tell how long, she only felt her legs stiff.

There seems to be someone approaching behind him, cold and lonely, but with warmth.

"I knew you were coming......," the man behind me laughed stupidly, and said, "Why don't you go home?" If you are here, I will return home, just as if I am here, you will return home. ”

Ning Chaolai suddenly looked back, the man was soaked, his face was pale, but he was smiling to himself, and the child's childishness was still not taken off.

The long hair that was scattered was soft on his forehead, and the neat clothes that were usually neat became a crumpled mess at the moment, and everything was so messy. But Uncle Tai didn't feel it at all, he didn't care when he was swept away by the river, and he forgot how long he struggled in the cold and biting river.

At the moment of life and death, the first thing he thought of was Ning Chaolai, and he couldn't wait to see it, only Ning Chaolai.

"The bridge is made of wood, and I saved my life with the help of driftwood, which is also a blessing in disguise." Uncle Tai said with a smile.

Ning Chaolai chuckled, "Uncle Tai will not die in a catastrophe, and he must be a blessed person." ”

If it is really the son of destiny, not only did the previous life have to be windy and rainy, and he strategized, even if he fell into such a dangerous situation, he could survive.

Winning the world and winning the prosperous world is not a great blessing.

Uncle Tai didn't know what Ning Chaolai was doing in his heart, and he was happy to see Ning Chaolai and know that Ning Chaolai was willing to come to see him.

Ning Chaolai had taken a step towards him, no matter how that step went, he had taken it after all.

If there is a hundred paces between them, then he will take the remaining ninety-nine steps.

Uncle Tai made a splash of water step by step, like stepping on the clouds, and it was so gorgeous that it bloomed into a peerless red lotus.

He couldn't help but hug Ning Chaolai's waist, and his ears and temples grinded hoarsely, and his voice murmured,

"If you can be accompanied by the court, it is the luckiest thing in my uncle's life, and I don't want it."

His chin rested on Ning Chaolai's shoulder, and when he spoke, his lips touched Ning Chaolai's ears intentionally or unintentionally, and they were all cold.